31. Thirty-one

Thirty-one

Arne

I t was the most magical Christmas ever, yet time passed way too fast.

We had all the food and went for a long walk with my parents and Lasse. We stood around the tree holding hands and ate some more.

At least I get to share it with the love of my life.

Max had shared his wishlist with me, yet he seemed shocked when my parents gave him a bunch of books, mostly manga.

“Wow, thank you, I…” His voice trailed off, and I thought he would start to cry.

Aw, Raven. Get used to the Bendixen family treatment.

He gave them a box of traditional Austrian sweets and a woven blanket made from sheep’s wool. It looked expensive and fit their decor perfectly.

How did he know what to buy for them?

I wanted Max to have a token of my love.

“Thank you, Arne,” he muttered as he accepted the small box from me. Before he opened it he pulled a small, flat present from his pocket.

“You bought a present for me?” I asked him incredulously.

“It reminded me of you and I—yeah, I did. You got something for me, too, didn’t you?”

“I did. Can I open it?”

“Yes, it’s yours.”

It was a plain silver necklace with a charm.

“P for princess?” I didn’t even try to hide my grin.

Max hugged me and pressed a kiss on my ear. “And pretty and perfect. And partner,” he added.

I put it on and waited for him to open my present.

A tear splashed onto the little velvet cushion when he picked up the solid silver bracelet.

“The M isn’t for Max, though,” I murmured, loving how he shuddered when my breath brushed the shell of his ear. “It’s M for mine.”

“Thank you, Princess. It’s the best present ever. I love it.”

“I love you.”

Max kissing me in front of the Christmas tree was a memory I would never forget.

Our holiday was the best time of my life. When we didn’t sleep, we fucked or made out. We only left the house to get food or explore the area. Followed by more sex.

We spent almost the entire New Year’s Eve in bed, both horny and starving for each other.

He’d just come in my ass when his phone rang. Out of habit, I thought, Max reached for it. Damn it, baby!

I let him slide out of me.

Maybe it’s his family.

He stared at the display with a stony face, then threw his phone across the room so hard I feared for its life. It landed on a pile of laundry.

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